Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

What caught my eye was a small, bright red figure. Who else could it be but the little red bird?

Under its claws, a three-foot-long green bamboo stick lay quietly, looking weak and subdued, no longer as arrogant as before.

Despite the drastic change in appearance, Wang Fu still recognized it at a glance as the life-saving magic weapon of the green-robed old man.

I guess the bamboo stick is the original appearance of this magic weapon.

"Chichichichi..." The little red bird saw Wang Fu wake up, flapping its wings and circling around Wang Fu happily. There were strands of red electric light lingering on the edge of its wings and under its claws. Even though it seemed weak, Wang Fu felt a sense of fear when he saw it.

His golden thunder was far inferior to that of the old man.

If the green-robed old man had not died, the little red bird would probably be able to deal with it easily now.

After a nap, this little guy has obviously changed a lot. His strength is not comparable to that of an ordinary third-level spirit beast. It seems that the stone with blue lightning that he ate in the Wind and Thunder Ruins is definitely not an ordinary thing.

Even the vertical feather on his head has turned into lightning, with a faint blue and dark red electric light, which is worthy of the name of Thunder Bird.

"You little guy, if you wake up earlier, I won't be wandering between life and death." Wang Fu stretched out his finger and tapped the forehead of the little red bird with a smile on his face.

"Chijiji..."

"Okay, I know you can't help yourself." Wang Fu smiled, took out a few medium-grade spirit stones and threw them over, of course, there was also the spirit-seeking beast looking at him eagerly.

The two little ones were so excited to get the reward that they fell on Wang Fu's shoulders one by one, chewing the spirit stones they had just got, "crunch, crunch", as if they were candy.

After Wang Fu glanced at the two little guys, he got up and prepared to clean up the battlefield.

After several hours of practicing, and with the pills of vitality condensed by Xiao Ding, his injuries have recovered almost completely, and the rest can only be slowly repaired by time.

His spiritual power has naturally recovered. Although his strength has been weakened due to his injuries, now that Xiao Hong has awakened and has become a third-level spiritual beast, his strength has actually increased.

A ball of true fire flew out and landed accurately on the body of the green-robed old man. The body of a Jindan cultivator is much stronger than that of a foundation-building cultivator. Even Wang Fu's innate true fire took half a quarter of an hour to completely turn it into ashes.

However, three things were left behind.

A green storage bag, a pair of boots with a watery sheen, and a dull red bead.

"Another magic weapon." Wang Fu's face lit up as he looked at the boots that were shining with water. "No wonder this old guy is so fast. He has a pair of magic boots that are good at speed."

Wang Fu took it in his pocket without hesitation, and even took the bamboo stick magic weapon suppressed by the little red bird.

Although the magic weapon that has been refined by others can only exert 70% of the power of the magic weapon even if others succeed in offering sacrifices, it is still a magic weapon. In any case, its preciousness is much stronger than that of spiritual tools.

Even if it is not used, it will be a considerable income to trade or sell it to the Treasure Pavilion in the future.

After receiving the magic weapon, Wang Fu held the red bead and realized that it was the golden elixir of the green-robed monk.

The foundation is divided into human, earth, and heaven.

And the golden elixir is also divided into white, red, gold, and purple.

The golden elixir of the green-robed old man is obviously at the red elixir level.

Wang Fu put it into the small tripod without hesitation. The small tripod immediately emitted a burst of light, absorbed and condensed the golden elixir, removed its dross and left its essence, and turned it into a mixed elixir pill.

Wang Fu was overjoyed.

"Is there such a benefit in killing a golden elixir cultivator?" He couldn't help licking his lips.

But then he shook his head and quickly dispelled this dangerous idea.

Then, Wang Fu put away the array equipment of the small four spirit array. The array flags of the illusion array and the killing array were slightly damaged, but they did not hurt the foundation. They could be restored with a little sacrifice and nourishment. It was still a complete set of Xuan-level lower-grade arrays.

After doing this, Wang Fu breathed a sigh of relief. The battle was finally over. Then he summoned the Divine Wind Boat, stepped on it, and slapped the turtle-shaped hill under him.

Five spirit snakes condensed into a large seal and landed directly on the hill. After a period of shaking, the traces of the battle here were annihilated in an instant.

If a cultivator passed by, he would only think it was a natural disaster.

Wang Fu looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and turned the Divine Wind Boat into a long rainbow and disappeared here, heading towards Cuiping Mountain.

There is still a white crane waiting for him there, and the Guishui Qi must not be forgotten.

Cuiping Mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist again. Wang Fu identified the cliff where the white crane was and rushed away.

On the way, Wang Fu looked back at the battle with the green-robed old man, and felt more lucky. He deeply sighed at the power of the Jindan cultivator. Even though he was invincible in the foundation-building realm, he had to rely on the power of the formation and use all means to kill a cultivator at the peak of the early Jindan stage.

Moreover, the green-robed old man was about to die, and was still slightly weaker than a normal cultivator at the peak of the early Jindan stage.

Even so, he was seriously injured and consumed tens of thousands of spirit stones.

Wang Fu felt heartbroken when he thought of the spirit stones that were flowing away like water. That was the wealth he had earned through fighting for the cultivation of many cultivators, and now half of it was gone.

Thinking of this, Wang Fu suddenly had an idea.

He took out the green storage bag of the green-robed old man.

This was the storage bag of a Jindan cultivator who had lived for hundreds of years. The things inside should not be too shabby, and it should be enough to make up for the loss this time.

Thinking of this, Wang Fu's consciousness rushed directly into the storage bag, annihilated the spiritual mark of the rootless duckweed, and easily took the items in the storage bag into his eyes.

However, after a look, Wang Fu was greatly disappointed.

There were surprisingly few spiritual stones in the storage bag, only forty or fifty medium-grade spiritual stones, which was only four or five thousand low-grade spiritual stones. This was not what a Jindan cultivator should have.

"This old guy is really poor. A slightly richer foundation-building cultivator would have more than this amount of spiritual stones."

Wang Fu couldn't help but complain, but he thought about it again. The green-robed old man was about to die, and perhaps most of the spiritual stones were used to buy spiritual medicine or elixir to prolong his life.

This made sense.

After thinking about it, Wang Fu no longer bothered about the spiritual stones, and turned his attention to the other things in the storage bag.

A token, a three-inch-high emerald green jade bottle, two Taoist books and a monster bone.

The rest were all messy items, personal belongings such as clothes and utensils, which were not worth any spiritual stones.

The two Taoist books were nothing special. One was a medium-level water-attributed Jindan technique called [Green Wave Technique]. Although it was not very popular, it was not very good among the techniques practiced by many Jindan cultivators.

As for the other Taoist book, it was a poison technique called [Green Snake Miasma]. Wang Fu took a rough look at it and was not interested.

He just threw it in the corner to collect dust.

The monster bone was a good thing. It was the natal bone of a third-level monster. Although it was unclear what kind of monster it was, it could be used as a refining material to refine a powerful magic weapon. It was worth a lot, which made Wang Fu happy.

There were several pills with abundant spiritual energy in the green jade bottle. They were the "True Yuan Pill" used by Jindan cultivators for cultivation. They were third-level inferior goods with average appearance.

Finally, there was only the ordinary-looking token left.

After Wang Fu took it out and fiddled with it for a while, he found that it was a forbidden token.

"Is this the forbidden token of the green-robed old man's cave?" Wang Fu's eyes lit up.

He suddenly thought of a possibility. The reason why the green-robed old man's storage bag was so shabby was that he would not hide most of his wealth in the cave.

After all, his life span was coming to an end, and he could not be compared with normal cultivators.

The more Wang Fu thought about it, the more possible it seemed.

He immediately refined the forbidden token, and then a spiritual light was emitted, and the location of a cave immediately appeared in his mind.

It was in Cuiping Mountain.